Isolation

Author\'s Note: Sorry it\'s taken me so long to update i\'ve been bogged down by essays and reading for my course. I reckon there will be only one other chapter after this, it was never intended to be a long series In the next chapter we will probably see how Harry really copes with his new life and if he ever remembers his friends...If you like this please do review and let me know (con crit is also welcome btw)as reviews feed my inspiration and there\'s no point writing something if no one is going to read it! Thanks for all the lovely reviews for the previous chapters and I promise i\'ll try to update sooner next time!





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It had been over a week since the Dark Lord had witnessed Harry awaken in his bed and he had never known such complete happiness in his life as those first few days spent with the boy. Despite still being confused as to where exactly he was and how he got there Harry had adapted very well to his new living conditions, better even than Tom could have hoped. Far from being upset or afraid Harry had seemed more curious than anything and the boy asked lots of questions about who Tom was, why he was so special and where he was. Tom had patiently explained to him about magic, about how both Harry and he were wizards, and about the muggles in the outside world who wanted to steal their magic away.



However Harry had not asked any more questions about himself and his old life since that first night. Tom had initially been surprised by this, he had expected the boy to be very demanding and hostile, but it seemed that was not the case. He rather suspected that Harry was afraid to ask him either because of his reluctance to reveal the truth on the night they’d ‘met’ or because of some intrinsic fear he felt in Tom’s presence that the memory charm couldn’t quite wipe away. However he knew the day would come when the boy plucked up the courage to finally ask him. The wait was actually becoming rather frustrating because he knew he couldn’t sleep with the boy until he had fully gained his trust. Moving in too early on Harry, who he knew was still virginal, would only scare him. The time had to be right and for now he was content to wait.



So one night when they were lying in bed together after some very covert cuddling up and light stroking on his part Tom was not surprised when he felt Harry tense and move over onto his back so he was looking directly up at him and ask the question:



“Tom...who am I?”



It was both fear and relief that he felt upon hearing this question. Fear, that Harry would not believe him and relief that the question he’d been waiting so long to hear had finally been asked. Of course he was prepared for this eventuality, he was always prepared.



So he spun his tale, It read rather like a fairy story. In it there was a beautiful young man, his name was Harry...



The real Harry nodded at this, evidently he remembered that much. Taking this as encouragement Tom continued:



“This young Harry was not only beautiful but very special as well. He had certain gifts that were unusual amongst his kind. One would expect Harry to be loved and cherished for his gifts but sadly the reality was far from this. Harry lived with his aunt and uncle who were very cruel and jealous beings. They saw how special Harry was and they hated him because they knew they would never be as great or as special, because of this they were very cruel to young Harry locking him up in a cupboard and treating him like a servant. Harry thought his torment would last forever but one day a giant came to take young Harry away...”



Here Tom paused, oddly touched as he felt the real Harry tense up in excitement.



“The giant had come to tell Harry about his parents. Harry’s parents were as beautiful and special as their son, they too had Harry’s special gift and because of this the muggles were jealous of them and wanted to kill them. One day the ignorant muggles who lived in the same village as young Harry’s parents came to their little cottage and burnt Harry’s parents at the stake, as muggles always do to magical folk.”



Harry looked very sad at this point so Tom tightened his grip on the boy and continued on to his favourite part of the story with relish...



“Now not every witch and wizard was good. Some were very bad indeed and the worst of these bad wizards was a very wicked and deeply stupid old man named Dumbledore. Far from hating the jealous and petty muggles as they deserved to be hated Dumbledore loved them and wanted to give them special protection. Any wizards that disagreed with Dumbledore were expelled from wizarding society and labelled as bad wizards themselves. It was Dumbledore who sent Harry to go and live with his cruel and wicked muggle aunt and uncle after his parents died.



Though eventually, after many years of pain and suffering, the giant had come to take Harry away from his muggle relatives he only did so on the orders of the old man Dumbledore who, despite being mean and stupid, was highly respected by other witches and wizards who couldn’t see what he was really like. Dumbledore just wanted to control Harry so that he could use his powerful magic to defeat the Dark Lord and all the good witches and wizards.”



Harry tensed up at this point as Tom had expected and looking up at him with horror asked;



“Is it true? Did he really intend for me to kill you?”



“It is indeed true my love”



“But why? Why would anyone want to kill you?”



“Because, my sweet, they saw me as a threat. I knew that muggles were bad and wicked and should be destroyed, this threatened wizards like Dumbledore and his blind followers so they wanted to get rid of me”



Harry continued to look up at him in confusion and with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.



“But why me? Why couldn’t Dumbledore do the job himself?”



Tom had luckily been prepared for this very question.



“Because, my little grass snake, you are very special and magically powerful even for a wizard. Similarly to me you wield many powers that other wizards do not have and which they rightly covet. Do you remember a couple of days ago when you met Nagini?”



Harry nodded; he vividly remembered his encounter with the beautiful snake.



“Not everyone can converse with her as you and I did. We are special Harry, even amongst our own kind, and because of this others are scared and jealous of us. It would make sense for Dumbledore to pit us against one another; he can ensure that he gets rid of us both with one fell stroke!”



Harry was sitting up at this point, still held in Tom’s arms but sitting directly across from him staring him in the eye.



“Is that why I’m here then? Have you taken me away from Dumbledore so I won’t be a threat to you any longer?”



“No my love, if I must confess my reasons for wanting you go much deeper than that. I just wanted to rescue you from being Dumbledore’s puppet and your aunt and uncles whipping bag. I have wanted to save you for so long, we have a special connection Harry, you must surely feel it. Every time I look into your beautiful eyes I feel a sense of comple-“



Here Harry interrupted him- “You think I’m beautiful?”



“Of course my love, can you not see how lovely you are?”



A blush crept up Harry’s lovely neck at these words. Suddenly Tom could feel a kind of apprehensive tension in the room that hadn’t been there before. Sudden awareness of their close situation was emanating off Harry in waves.



“Lie down my love”



Unthinkingly Harry did as he was told. Tom stared down at the visual feast before him, the time was right, he could feel it. He leaned over Harry laying his lips on the boy’s soft mouth and swallowing the shocked gasp Harry released upon the unexpected contact. Gently he slipped his tongue into Harry’s mouth and was overjoyed to feel the boy respond shyly to his invitation.



Moving down Harry’s body he trailed kisses over the lovely neck he had admired for so long, stopping to suck at Harry’s pronounced collar bone in sheer delight. Sliding further down he rubbed at the boys pants as he sucked at his lovely nipples, worshipping the buds as he longed to worship the boy’s whole body. Harry arched up moaning at the most bodily contact he’d ever felt, his every nerve alive at all the attention he was receiving.



Tom then did something he didn’t do very often, and knew he would never do again for anyone but Harry. Slowly he slid the boy’s silken pants down, ignoring the embarrassed mewl of protest the boy released as he realised what was happening. Revealing Harry’s lovely cock Tom bent down blowing teasingly on the head in a way he knew would drive him crazy. Harry arched up into his mouth as Tom sucked him down in one push. Moving his head up and down on Harry as the boy mewled in delight Tom realised he’d never taken such joy from giving another human being pleasure before. With the few minions he had deigned to fuck the attention had all been on himself, as it rightly should be. He found that he strangely enjoyed hearing the boy’s excited little gasps and moans; he hoped to make much more of them in fact. With this thought he allowed Harry to slip out of his mouth, ignoring the boy’s dismayed gasp as cold air hit his excited cock.



Reaching for the lube he’d had secreted under his pillow for a long time Tom subtly oiled his fingers and laid them gently at Harry’s entrance. As he pushed first one, then two fingers inside the tight channel the boy tensed and gasped,



“What are you doing?”



Tom added a third finger, scissoring them so as to loosen Harry us as much as possible.



“Relax my little snake and trust me, it will hurts at first-it always does the first time, but the initial pain will fade and it will be worth it, I promise you that”



Touched by the trusting nod and small nervous smile the boy gave him in response to his assurances Tom leant forward to lay a single kiss on the boys forehead as he removed his fingers and pushed his cock up into Harry’s entrance and past the initial ring of muscle. He soothed the boy’s plaintive cries as he arched in pain at the contact and continued to push in until he was fully immersed inside the impossibly tight hot channel. Harry’s brow was furrowed in pain and his mouth slightly agape as he adjusted to having such a large object in such a foreign place. As Tom started to thrust though that pain was soon replaced by pleasure as he felt Tom hit a lightening spot inside of him causing him to buckle and arch into the others mans touch.



Tom had waited for this moment for so long, planned his trap and rehearsed the lies that would get him into this position for months and yet actually living it was better than he could ever have imagined. Feeling Harry grasp at him and moan his name, causing his precious boy so much pleasure and knowing he was both the first and last man to have him in this way were feelings that couldn’t be described. He felt triumphant, he felt joyous but mostly he felt complete knowing as he felt Harry finally arch and spurt into his hand that this boy was his to love and be loved by forever.

With a final groan of completion Tom emptied himself deep inside of Harry and collapsed both men wrapped in each other’s arms panting out their completion and complete surrender to one another.